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An Epitaph – the poem
One way to play some heart,
Other way to clay some cart.
Then a lost trail to fill a gap,
Created by own end a trap.
Some frill for a host of chip,
Can darkness cover the crib?
A fake day end into the dusk,
A cerise sky calls for thy crux.
Do not you hear me waiting?
Do not you care my shouting?
Yet another night unfold,
For so many agonies untold.
An empty bed so far so damp,
Tears rolling down the camp.
My trembling hands look for you,
In my last dream you smile anew.
Now, another knock in the door,
I open to a fog of memory moor.
World is unaware of the symphony,
That kills all my left behind harmony.
But days roll on without a hitch,
Can you feel I will be able to ditch?
I flow a fake life to another night,
If only life would have felt the plight.
Then a full stop to cherish so far so good,
A void song sung the epitaph for the mood.